Hi! I just want to thank the people who stuck with me and the story! I had two favourites and two reviews!

Sorry my story was sucky for a while. It was a while ago, and after that long you just kinda forget. But enough with the excuses! I bet you don't want to hear me blathering on and on and instead get to the story!

But one more thing… the dreaded…

DISCLAIMER. Sadly, me no own maximum ride.

On with the story!

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BRING! BRING! BRING! BRI-

I slammed my fist a little too hard into the snooze button. Oops. Just then, Ella (my twin sister, although we don't look anything alike) came running into my room, waving a curling iron in the air.

"Ella, go awayyyyy," I said sleepily.

"No, no, Maxie. Today is the first day of school, and we don't want you embarrassing me!"

Oh. Right. That's today. My first day of being a high school junior is today. Dammit.

She sighs, exasperated when she sees that I wasn't out of bed. "Come on Max, we're going to get you ready."

When I still didn't get out of bed, she huffed loudly and dragged me out. When I realized what she was doing, I started kicking and yelling. My mother, (her name is Valencia Martinez), who I KNEW was up because I heard the blender at an unearthly hour, didn't even come up. She probably knew what Ella was doing. Little weasel.

When Ella dumped me into my connected bathroom, she retrieved some rope. My eyes widened as I realized what she was doing. She was going to tie me to a chair!

"No, no no no no. Ella please, don't do this!"

"This is happening. Get into the chair!"

Now despite what you may think, my sister is really one of the nicest people I know.

But when you mess with her, she can get a little scary. In that way, I am proud to be her sister. We don't really look the same even though we're twins. She is like a younger carbon copy of my mom; a deep tan, long black hair and sparkly brown eyes, while I have blond hair with brown streaks (natural, I would never dye my hair!), chocolatey eyes and a small tan. In that way I take after my dad, Brian Ride. He passed away when me and my sister were 4.

Anyways, back to my sister tying me to a chair. She managed to get me in there (she is freakishly strong), and plugged in the curling iron. She then ran and got her makeup bag along with different outfits. My eyes widened at the makeup bag.

"Ella please don't make me wear makeup!"

She just cackled evilly and started to work. First she did my hair, curled it and put it in a ponytail on top of my head. Then she started putting makeup on me. She started with some blush (I have fairly smooth skin so I don't need that foundation gunk) and moved onto the eyes. She put a medium brown in my eyelids and swiped at my eyelashes a couple times with mascara, then applied eyeliner.

"All done," she exclaimed after what seemed like an hour, but didn't let me see myself. She then dragged me into my room and pointed at some outfits on my bed (I didn't see her put them there…).

"Choose one, please my dear Maxie."

I groaned. It was either a lavender dress (eww), a black top and a red miniskirt or some gray ripped skinny jeans and a dark blue camisole, paired with my cropped jean jacket that had mysteriously disappeared a couple months ago.

I gasped. "Ella, where did you find my jacket?"

She smiled sweetly and said, "darling Maxie, it was under your bed!"

Oh. Well now I feel stupid.

So naturally, I chose the jeans and jacket. I put them on, and Ella shoved me to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room.

I have to admit, I gasped. I looked good. I turned to Ella and hugged her. Even though she literally tied me up, I had to be thankful because she did wonders.

"Thanks, Ella!" I grinned.

"No problem, Max," she chuckled.

From downstairs, my mom called us for breakfast. We rushed down and saw she made pancakes (yum) and I almost fell down the stairs. Hey, don't judge - Ella pushed me!

We both loaded our plates and said thanks.

"No problem, girls. Max, you look nice."

"Thanks, mom."

Me and Ella finished up our pancakes just as my mom got called into her work. She's a vet, so sometimes she has to be away for emergencies. She owns the clinic, so we make fair money even without another person.

"Bye you too, don't be late for the first day! Love you!"

"Bye mom!" Me and Ella said at the same time.

She laughed and shut the door behind her. As I heard her car pull away, I looked at the time.

"Ella, we gotta go."

"Okay, do you want me to drive myself or go with you?"

"Up to you," I said.

"I'll go alone."

"Okay, meet you in the school parking lot?" I asked.

"Yep."

"Okay, let's jet."

I walked into the garage. It was a three bay garage, so we can store all of our cars at once. I sighed happily as I saw my car; a 1969 Boss Mustang 302. It was painted black with red trim, and it was my favorite object in the world. I took years fixing it up, and the end result was so worth it.

I hopped in, and turned the ignition. Ella hopped into her car, a blue Chevy Bolt, and drove away. I followed.

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It isn't really a very far drive to school, five minutes tops with traffic. We both rolled into the parking lot and parked in spots next to each other. We went into school and started looking around for people we know. Ella saw Monique (we call her Nudge) and we headed over. Just as I was getting there, a deep voice I knew all too well stopped me dead in my tracks.

"You look nice today, Ride."

I turned and looked at one of the people I most despise in this world.

Fang Conroe.

Ooh, who loves a cliffhanger?

I'm going to do a question each chapter… the one for this week is:

What is your favorite type of dessert?

A little generic, but it'll do! I also have one question to ask, and I have no idea the answer so bear with me, what does R&R stand for? I've seen it many times, but I can't figure it out haha. Anyways, hope this makes up for the long absence and the SUUUUUPER sucky "chapter" I left you guys with.

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